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Not for long, though.

Because when I glance back at his savage face, the intention to make my left breast look like the right one is primal and impatient.

A part of me wants to be covered in his bruises permanently, so I never forget about him.

Wild out of my mind, I cup my left breast and lift it closer to his mouth. “Bruise it. Make it hurt. I want it, King.”

I want to wear his mark long after I leave. I squeeze my breast tight and pinch my nipple, biting back a scream.

The sight is enough to push him over the edge.

His mouth attacks my tit, slapping my hand away. My head drops from blinding pleasure as he laves and circles my areola. The groan that leaves his throat builds another climax inside me, one even more powerful.

Curling my hands around his shoulders, I rotate my hips around this massive cock seated inside my pussy. Shameless noises bounce off the walls all around us.

I begin to ride him.

“Don’t stop riding my cock until you squirt and drench my lap with your pussy’s juices.”

“Keep sucking my tit like this and I will do anything for you,” I promise, uncovering another kink that I love coming from nipple stimulation.

My lips part in a silent scream as I lift until only his crown is in before sitting down, taking him to the hilt.

“Nice and slow,” he barks before going back to his dirty task.

I gaze down at him, eyes closed as he devours my bouncing breast.

He keeps the nipple trapped between his teeth so they stretch and hurt while I ride his dick. As I rise and slam down, he never once lets my breast go. He’s like a man possessed. My bouncing breasts his meal. His entire world.

It is so, so,sofilthy.

Illicit.

Erotic.

“So good, King,” I urge him on. “Taste my nipple. Suck until it hurts.”

He bites down harshly. Punishingly.

Spits on both until they’re slippery and dirty.

I smile, losing myself in the rhythm of my hips. I obey his command and move slowly, even though my body screams to fuck myself hard and fast on his length.

While he nibbles, I play with my neglected and bruised breast, rubbing at the chafed tip.

Every inch of me a slave to his, my walls tighten painfully in a telltale sign of pressure way stronger than a simple climax. The urge to just let go climbs higher and higher.

Slipping my hand between our writhing bodies, I rub my clit.

“Kingston… fuck!”

In a flash, he lays me flat on the ground and pounds twice into me so viciously that I scream. The wet stream bursts out of me and I squirt obscenely, soaking us both in my juices. I thrash wildly, jerking and spasming.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” chants Kingston in a guttural tone as his orgasm takes over him.

I manage to pry my eyes open at the last second and memorize his handsome face pinched in raw pleasure and endless desire. Widening my legs, I bear down under his weight and bucking hips as he unloads his hot cum inside my womb.

“Mine, Twinkle. You’re mine.”

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